Two Hundred Twenty a Kilo by Nabarun Bhattacharya, translated by Manash...

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(Homage to Karl Marx) Nabarun Bhattacharya (23 June 1948 – 31 July 2014) On the floor of a slaughterhouse A butcher’s leg slips in the blood Crows go raucous...

The London Magazine Poetry Prize 2018 – Winners Announced!

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A huge thanks to everyone who entered this year's poetry prize! We had so many high quality entries this year which resulted in a...

Playing Safe | Hugo Williams

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I liked not liking you much. I liked playing safe. Not being bowled over by you was part of the thrill. At the King’s Palace Hotel you couldn’t...

Lifesaving by Wes Lee

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Lifesaving They don’t do it anymore, breathe into the mouth to save. We had learnt it reluctantly, lined up beside a recumbent dummy, waiting to take our turn to...

Shining Shoes by Nausheen Eusuf

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Weekends, growing up, I'd watch my father as he sat on a low stool in the veranda surrounded by half a dozen pairs of shoes, their laces...

Questions Concerning Aristotle’s Tomb by Manash Bhattacharjee

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An archaeologist in Greece unearths Aristotle’s Tomb; others dispute the evidence. If Aristotle’s ideas are consulted, the archaeologist Needs to prove, the tomb’s where he claims it, Not...

The Grandfather by Manash Bhattacharjee

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To Steven O’ Brien Grandfather Heaney dug deep Into his country’s soil Another man unlike him left home To burrow through an alien forest In search of enemies The alien...

Archive | Poetry | Peter Bland

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Peter Bland, the New Zealand writer and actor, has written extensively over his long career, and has been lauded with many accolades, among them...

Madness by Patrick Cash

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There’s a stream by the Avon ward Where I stand to watch the water flow And unwind the whirlpools of my mind When it’s dark I let...

Review | WITCH by Rebecca Tamás

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In her latest collection, WITCH, Rebecca Tamás explores the triumphs and oppression, the strengths and weaknesses, the power and the fears that generations of...

Counting by Ralf Webb

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April doesn't rain. We have spent days watching the truant magpies comb our cat-eyed neighbour’s lawn for bottle caps and burnt-out tin foil. The cloying sun has not coaxed...

Five Bullets for Sabeen Mahmud by Manash Bhattacharjee

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“Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?” ~ Jimi Hendrix, Purple Haze Sabeen had a list of crimes to her name – She ran a...

Two Poems by Sean Borodale

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Response to Finding a Fossil at Writhlington Coal Batches: A Fossil (a Fern) on Writhlington Batches Re-Take (Pt.II) Time not as we know it but another time...

At Aya Sofia by Edward Lucie-Smith

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Today it’s snowing, snowing In Istanbul, Stamboul, Constantinople, New Rome, Byzantium. The city has mislaid its Jews And most of its Greeks. The bones of its Armenians Are long scattered. Somewhere far...

Spotlight II: Dostoyevsky Wannabe

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The London Magazine has long been a champion of emerging writers and independent publishers, stretching back to the 1950s and 60s, when young writers...

Poetry | Synopsis and The Wedding Frame by Hugo Williams

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Synopsis People are taking sedatives in boats Going to America. Their names drift back to me— Hollowed out, unpronounceable. I walk through the crowds in the arcades And on the...

Poetry | The Air Has Cleared by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee

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The air has cleared today, Over the city, and in my head, I see the trees breathe The invisible greenness of air, I feel the taste of sunlight On...

The Cult of Isaac by M. G. Stephens

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THE CULT OF ISAAC We all know about Abraham, the great religions emanating from his skull, but what about Isaac, where is his world taken into theological thought, mulled...

Poetry | Full Fathom Five by Sylvia Plath

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Old man, you surface seldom. / Then you come in with the tide's coming / When seas wash cold, foam- / Capped: white hair, white beard, far-flung, / A dragnet, rising, falling, as waves / Crest and trough. Miles long [...]

Extract | The Leaflets by Ferdous Sadat

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The following poem is taken from the anthology Tales of Two Londons: Stories from a Fractured City, ed. Claire Armitstead, Arcadia Books, London, 2019. Ferdous...

What You Call Your ‘Winter Mode’ by Patri Wright

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On the wicker chair I wait for the duvet’s rise: you’re just a mound, breath, as I worry over why, again, you’ve overslept. Could it be early...

The Daylight Comes With Me by John Darwin

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Leave the world alone and close the door, seal this room from everything outside, nothing else exists but these four walls; we have eight hours and five...

Archive | Poetry | Rin Ishigaki

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Known in Japan as the 'bank clerk poet', with her work frequently featuring in the bank newsletter where she was employed, Ishigaki's poetry stretches...

Evening Light

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Evening Light Brave bat in a bowler hat Blood shot eyes question What time does this light Depart? The light descends elsewhere Its shadow rising here The bat changes into an...

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